The heart wants to feel. The heart wants to hold. 的心脏想感觉。的心脏要抱。

The heart takes past 心脏要好过去

Subway, past Stop and Shop,past Beal’s, and calls it “coming home.” 地铁，过去的中止和商店，过去比尔的，并称之为“回家”。

The heart wants a trail away from “alone,” 心脏免受想要一个小道走“独”

so the heart turns a sale into a well-worn milestone 所以心脏变成销售到陈腐的里程碑

   

towards hard-won soft furniture, fought-for fast food, 对来之不易的软体家具，打，快餐，

defended end table that holds paperbacks and back U.S. News. 辩护茶几持有平装书和回美国新闻。

The mind turns an itch into a bruise, 头脑变成一痒成瘀伤，

and the hands start to twitch when they’re feeling ill-used. 而手开始时，他们感到不适用于抽搐。

   

And you’re almost back now, you can see by the signs; 和你差不多回来了，你可以通过看标志;

from the bank you tell the temperature and then the time, and the billboard reads some headlines. 从银行告诉你的温度，然后在时间和广告牌上写着一些头条新闻。

The head wants to turn, to avert both its eyes, 头部要转动，以避免双方的眼睛，

but the mind wants to learn of some truth that might be inside reported crimes. 但心里想学的，可能被里面的举报罪案一定的道理。

   

So they found a lieutenant who killed a village of kids. 于是，他们发现了一个中尉是谁杀了孩子的一个村庄。

After finishing off the wives, he wiped off his knife and that’s what he did. 整理过的妻子后，他擦去了他的刀，这就是他做了什么。

And they’re not claiming that there’s any excusing it; 他们不是声称有任何原谅它;

that was thirty years back, and they just get paid for the facts the way they got them in. 这是三十年前，他们只是得到报酬的事实，他们得到了他们的方式。

   

Now he’s rising and not denying. His hands are shaking, but he’s not crying. 现在，他的崛起，而不是否认。他的手在发抖，但他没有哭。

And he’s saying “How did I climb out of a life so boring into that moment? 而且他说：“我是怎么爬出来的生活太无聊到的那一刻？

Please stop ignoring the heart inside, oh you readers at home! 请你不要再忽视里面的心脏，哦，你的读者在家里！

While you gasp at my bloody crimes, please take the time to make your heart my home: 当你气喘吁吁地和我的血腥罪行，请花时间来让你的心脏我的家：

where I’m forgiven by time, where I’m cushioned by hope, 在那里我被时间，在这里我希望通过缓冲原谅，

where I’m numbed by long drives, where I’m talked off or doped. 在那里，我通过长时间的驱动器，在这里我谈到过或掺杂麻木。

   

Does the heart wants to atone? Oh, I believe that it’s so, 请问心脏要赎罪？哦，我相信它是如此，

because if I could climb back through time, I’d restore their lives and then give back my own: 因为如果我可以穿越时间爬回来，我会恢复自己的生活，然后给回我自己的：

tens of times now its size on a far distant road 数十倍，现在其规模在遥远的路上

in a far distant time where every night I’m still crying, entirely alone.” 在遥远的时间，每一个晚上，我还在哭，完全是一个人。 “

   

But the news today always fades away as you drive by, 但是，今天的新闻总是消失了，你开车了，

until at dinnertime when you look into her eyes, 直到吃晚饭的时候，你看着她的眼睛，

lit by evening sun - that, as usual, comes from above that straight, unbroken line, 到了晚上太阳照亮 - 那，像往常一样，来自上面直，实线，

the horizon - its rising is a given, 地平线 - 它上升为一个给定的，

just like your living. 就像你的生活。

   

Your heart’s warm and kind. Your mind is your own. 你的心脏的温暖和亲切。你的心是你自己的。

Our blood-spattered criminal is inscrutable; don’t worry, he won’t 我们的血液溅满犯罪是高深莫测;不用担心，他不会

rise up behind your eyes and take wild control. 上升的背后你的眼睛，并采取野生的控制。

He’s not of this time, he fell out of a hole. 他不是这个时候，他跌出一个洞。